A trip to the High school, always a hoot.
I always found it to be a hoot to be go to the high school and check out all of the kids, and see what kind of mischievious things that they were getting themselves into these days.
I always liked this high school. With the hellmouth, the kids here had to be wried differently and it always made me wat to go into the school to see how the children reacted to the deaths of their classmates, because it always happened and in some of the years that I had been around, as much as ten percent of the student body had been killed.
It made me wonder why parents didn't just move their families out. I mean CRD had closed down and industry in my town, wasn't what it had been even ten years ago.
That was a shame, and I was doing what I could to bring industry back to the town, to rebuild the populous. I mean how good did it look for me as the mayor, if families kept leaving? Not too good let me tell you.
I walked the halls, listening to the children buzzing around like hummingbirds, and it made me feel chipper.
Also making me feel chipper was putting pressure on Mr. Fluite, who just didn't provide the discipline that was needed in my beautiful town.
After the meeting with him, I was told that there was a new librarian, straight from England, and Flutie had called him a nice enough sort of guy, who was a little awkward.
So I strolled down the hall, wiping my hands after shaking Flutie's when I had left his office, and pushed open the door of the library.
I liked this library. It was old and sort of dungeon-like. It made me feel all good inside. Then I saw a rushed man in a tweed jacket, carrying a briefcase coming towards me. "You must be Rupert Giles," I said, extending my hand.
I always liked this high school. With the hellmouth, the kids here had to be wried differently and it always made me wat to go into the school to see how the children reacted to the deaths of their classmates, because it always happened and in some of the years that I had been around, as much as ten percent of the student body had been killed.
It made me wonder why parents didn't just move their families out. I mean CRD had closed down and industry in my town, wasn't what it had been even ten years ago.
That was a shame, and I was doing what I could to bring industry back to the town, to rebuild the populous. I mean how good did it look for me as the mayor, if families kept leaving? Not too good let me tell you.
I walked the halls, listening to the children buzzing around like hummingbirds, and it made me feel chipper.
Also making me feel chipper was putting pressure on Mr. Fluite, who just didn't provide the discipline that was needed in my beautiful town.
After the meeting with him, I was told that there was a new librarian, straight from England, and Flutie had called him a nice enough sort of guy, who was a little awkward.
So I strolled down the hall, wiping my hands after shaking Flutie's when I had left his office, and pushed open the door of the library.
I liked this library. It was old and sort of dungeon-like. It made me feel all good inside. Then I saw a rushed man in a tweed jacket, carrying a briefcase coming towards me. "You must be Rupert Giles," I said, extending my hand.